Chapter 71: Head Unspeakable
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A/N: The Department of Mysteries~
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After finishing up with Narcissa, really putting the former Chief Warlock 'in her place' (which she greatly enjoys), Harry ultimately finds himself heading down to the Department of Mysteries first and foremost. Best to check up on things there, he figures.
It's funny… in the previous timeline, Harry hadn't had very many good feelings regarding the Department of Mysteries. First, it was the place his godfather died. With Bellatrix's assistance, the Death Chamber had claimed Sirius Black's life that first time around, a source of considerably grief for Harry for quite some time.
Then, once Voldemort had taken control of the Ministry of Magic during his Second Rise, there had been the 'Muggleborn Registration Commission', which 'investigated' whether muggleborns were 'stealing' or 'taking' their magic illegally. To justify their kangaroo courts and sentencing dozens upon dozens of innocent muggleborns to Azkaban, the Ministry had claimed research done by the Department of Mysteries 'confirmed' their beliefs. And much of the Wizarding World had bought that load of garbage.
Now to be fair to the Department of Mysteries, it wasn't like they managed to get an Unspeakable to actually say any of the shit they were peddling. They just plastered the department's name on everything and called it a day. Secondly, after Voldemort and his Death Eaters were defeated a second time and Kingsley Shacklebolt took over as Minister of Magic, there actually was an official denouncement of the so-called 'research' by the Department of Mysteries' Head Unspeakable.
Truth be told, Harry's biggest grievance with the Department of Mysteries was neither Sirius' death nor their cowering during Voldemort's second reign. They didn't exactly cause his godfather's death to be fair, and for all their mysterious reputation, they weren't extremely powerful hit wizards like some thought of them. They weren't the Special Agents to the Auror Force, they were literally just researchers at the end of the day. Certainly, many of them could be said to have a deeper understanding of magic than most other people, but understanding did not always equate to power or strength.
No, Harry's great distaste regarding the Department of Mysteries from his previous timeline… was that they hadn't known. They hadn't seen the end of magic coming. They hadn't even had it on their radar until it was much too late.
To be fair, that was true of most of the magical world. So insular and isolated, they hadn't realized they were slowly being boiled like frogs in a shrinking pot by muggle expansion and technology. But the difference between the Department of Mysteries and the rest of the Wizarding World was that this was literally the DoM's fucking job.
They were working on so many different projects, Harry was well aware. Heavy stuff like death, time, space, thought, and love. The DoM was also where the Hall of Prophecies was located, the greatest collection of divinations in all of the British Isles if not the entire world.
And yet… they hadn't seen the danger until it was too late, just like everyone else. The Department of Mysteries had failed to catch the greatest mystery of their time until it was no longer a mystery and their doom was already upon them.
For that, Harry had to admit he was a little skeptical of whether or not they could help out with his plans for a brighter future. But ultimately… Hermione had been the one to talk him around. All these years, she'd been working on a solution with him. But Harry, for all his power, was not quite the genius that the brunette was. He was a solid leader and good at making the hard decisions, but part of being a leader was knowing when to delegate.
Hermione, however, wasn't enough. Her words, not his. She'd come to him after years of working on the problem and told him… she couldn't do it alone. She needed help. She needed fresh eyes.
Harry had been so sure that Hermione was all they needed to develop a solution because in the other timeline, she'd been so close before the end. But just because she'd been close didn't mean she was guaranteed to have succeeded with more time. And that Hermione and this Hermione were two very different witches in two very different situations.
In the end, the solution had been obvious. While the Department of Mysteries was perhaps most independent Department in the entirety of the Ministry of Magic, it was still a part of the Ministry. And Harry had a lot of control over the Ministry via its Minister, one Amelia Bones. Bringing the situation to the Department of Mysteries attention was relatively easy. Getting Hermione into the Unspeakables was also fairly easy. Not because of the influence he had mind you, but rather because she was more than intelligent enough to be recruited by them anyways.
At first it was only part-time while she finished out her last year at Hogwarts, once again using a Time Turner to effectively extend her days and allow her to be in multiple places at once. Then, after graduating from Hogwarts a year ago with top grades in her NEWTS across the board, she'd been able to transition to full-time.
Now, a year later, Harry strides into the Department of Mysteries. Not that it's the first time he has or anything over the past few years, but this time around he's entering not as Lord Potter… but as Chief Warlock Potter.
"Chief Warlock. A pleasure to have you join us today."
Harry feels the Head Unspeakable approaching, so he doesn't jump or jolt or anything like that. He is, however, a little annoyed that information about his ascension has already reached the Department of Mysteries. He'd been looking forward to correcting the first one to address him as Lord Potter. But to be fair, that's probably what he got for taking the time to enjoy himself with Narcissa first. Even if it had still only been an hour since the end of the Wizengamot Session, that was more than enough time for someone like the Head Unspeakable to hear about it.
"… Head Unspeakable. The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure."
The hooded figure tilts their head to the side at that. Truth be told… Harry still doesn't know who they are. That's the thing about the Unspeakables… their identities are a closely guarded secret and their robes are some of the most bullshit magic that Harry has seen… and considering everything he's seen, that's saying something. Sure, you might know one or two friends or family who are part of the Unspeakables, but you wouldn't know that friend or family if they were wearing their robes, even if they were standing right in front of you.
And sure, Harry could have probably overwhelmed the protections on the robes with his immense magic and found out who was under each hood, but that sort of brute force approach wouldn't have been very polite. The Head Unspeakable in particular was a total unknown… he didn't even know if they were a witch or wizard.
"Shall we discuss the purpose of your visit in my office?"
Harry hums at that for a moment, tilting his head to the side.
"The purpose of my visit is the same as it's been every other time. I'm only here to check up on your progress regarding the research into Magitech."
Indeed, ever since Harry had taken up his seat in the Wizengamot and become a full member of Magical Britain's government, he'd used that to his advantage to demand constant tours of the Unspeakables' latest research project… that being the marriage of magic and muggle technology.
To their credit, once they'd found out about the danger that muggle technology posed to the Wizarding World, the DoM had quickly gotten with the program. Initial suggestions involving genociding the muggles by destroying their technology and pushing them back to the stone age had thankfully not prevailed, and instead Harry had managed to steer things in the direction of his preferred solution… namely, finding a way to bridge the gap between magic and technology so they could turn their weakness into a strength.
In that regard, the Head Unspeakable had been the staunchest proponent of that vision within the Department, leading the charge over these past couple of years. Still, Harry wasn't just going to let things continue without his oversight, hence constant visits and 'tours' to see what progress they were making.
"Ah, but this is different from every other time, isn't it? You're no longer just Lord Potter anymore. Now, you're Chief Warlock Potter."
Harry raises an eyebrow at that.
"I didn't think that would truly change your view of me too much. The Department of Mysteries has long kept itself… politically independent from the movers and shakers within the rest of the Ministry. You're the one Department where reporting to the Minister of Magic is considered more of a suggestion than a requirement… and you get away with it too."
Chuckling, the Head Unspeakable shakes their head.
"That is that and this is this, Chief Warlock. Please, right this way."
His curiosity piqued by this point, Harry follows the Head Unspeakable through the Department of Mysteries, all the way to their office. Once the door closes behind him, the Head Unspeakable waves their hand and Harry feels a dozen wards slamming into place. Most are related to privacy and defending from attackers, but Harry can also tell that a couple are tied directly to the Head Unspeakable, making attacking them here a losing proposition.
Not that it worried Harry too much. A losing proposition? Heh nah. He'd still win.
Striding over to their desk, the Head Unspeakable sits down behind it and steeples their hands together in front of them. Walking over as well, Harry sits down in the chair that they gesture to, raising an eyebrow once he's settled. He's not worried about traps or ambushes or anything like that. If the Head Unspeakable DOES try something, they'll be in for a very rude surprise. The wards on this office are ancient and powerful… but Harry is stronger still.
"I was content to ignore the signs initially because your assistance proved invaluable. Not to mention you opened our eyes to a threat we'd been completely blind to before. However… your recent moves suggest something beyond pure altruism. Either that or things are more dire than I thought. So now I find myself needing to ask a simple question that I already thought I knew the answer to."
The Head Unspeakable takes a deep breath while Harry just sits patiently, completely at ease.
"… Why exactly did you travel back in time, Harry Potter?"
Heh, maybe he should be shocked… but he's not. This definitely seems like something the Head Unspeakable would realize. And taking into consideration that the title of Head Unspeakable translated to 'Head Researcher' more than 'Head Special Forces', it made sense that they would ultimately just shrug and let it slide. But apparently now that Harry was Chief Warlock, they weren't so willing to set it aside anymore.
"A simple question deserves a simple answer, Head Unspeakable. I came back in time for one reason and one reason only… to save the world."
The hooded figure on the other side of the desk slumps back in their chair.
"Damn. I was afraid of that… did everything really get that bad?"
Harry hums, considering what to say this time for at least a moment before finally shrugging.
"You lot wouldn't even realize something was wrong and that we needed to act until about… ten to fifteen years from now."
The ensorcelled robes hide most of an Unspeakable's reactions. But not the full body flinch. That's impossible to contain.
"I… I see. That's… that is most distressing. And I assume by that point, magic itself was already on its way out."
Nodding, Harry shrugs again.
"Yes. The muggle nuclear war honestly only sped up the inevitable."
Another full body flinch. It's funny, before Harry had injected Hermione into the Department, before he'd put them on the right path, he's not entirely sure if the Head Unspeakable would have known what a nuclear weapon was. But maybe he's giving them too little credit. Still, one thing is certain… their work on magitech these last few years combined with all of their research into the debilitating effects of advanced muggle technology on magic would have certainly brought them up to speed.
"You're going to give me a heart attack at this rate."
Harry just chuckles and shrugs.
"If it helps… we're already well on our way to stopping the end of the world from unfolding the way it did the last time around. But it's not as simple as developing solutions like magitech. We need to be able to influence things on a political level as well. That's why I had to become Chief Warlock. Because I can't trust what happens next to anyone but myself."
The Head Unspeakable is silent for several long moments. Harry isn't tense or anxious about it though. He's as comfortable and carefree as ever.
"… Very well. As Head Unspeakable, I officially declare this use of Time Travel to be recognized as Necessary by the Department of Mysteries."
Harry raises an eyebrow at that, causing the Head Unspeakable to scoff.
"What? You didn't think you were the first, did you? Time Turners had to come from somewhere. It was all the way back in the 1890s that we conducted our own time-travel experiments. They were discontinued in 1899 however when one of our own traveled back to the year 1402. The results were… catastrophic. When she returned, she aged five centuries and later succumbed in St Mungo's. At the same time, twenty-five people in the present vanished into thin air, becoming unborn. And last but not least, the Tuesday after the incident lasted two and a half full days, while that Thursday lasted only four hours."
That… didn't exactly line up. But then, magic rarely did.
"Of course, that was all on our end. Ostensibly, the past that our Unspeakable traveled to was just fine and experienced no issues. You likely did irreparable damage to your future when you came here, but from the sound of things, the damage was already done, wasn't it?"
Hm. He'd never put much thought into the future he left behind. Things were bad enough that there was no real point in worrying. Everyone he'd known and loved had either been dead or dying already. The Head Unspeakable was correct though. The future he'd traveled from was almost certainly destroyed by the changes he'd purposefully made to the timeline at this point. It simply wasn't the same world in any way, shape, or form.
"There wasn't much left to destroy by the time I left, no."
Nodding in understanding, the Head Unspeakable pauses for a moment before clearing their throat.
"Is there anything else you need from us, Chief Warlock Potter? Anything at all."
Hm, now that was an interesting question.
Chapter 72: Hat Trick
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A/N: Heh, a couple people guessed this one :P
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Anything at all. Harry could do an awful lot with 'anything at all', but first and foremost he needed to know exactly who he was dealing with.
"There's certainly something you personally could do for me, Head Unspeakable. If you would be willing to unmask, that could go a long way to helping me trust you more."
The Head Unspeakable tilts their head to the side at that.
"Oh? You wish to know my identity?"
Harry smiles apologetically.
"You might have decided to trust me but seeing as you're aware I come from a doomed future, you have to understand how it might be difficult for me to trust someone who keeps their identity a secret from me. I also have an offer for you, but I would be foolish to give it to someone I don't know… intimately."
There's a brief pause and then a chuckle emits from the Head Unspeakable's hood. Finally, they nod.
"Intimately. Of course."
Harry watches as the Head Unspeakable stands, their hands running along the magically sealed seam of their robes for a moment before it begins to come undone. Finally, they pull their hood back and robes off and set them on the desk next to… her. As the adult witch sits back down in her chair, dressed in simple but serviceable officewear, she graces him with an amused smile, Harry can't help but stare in disbelief.
Andromeda Tonks nee Black stares back at him curiously, her smile growing a little.
"Judging by your reaction, you truly didn't know who I was. I suppose we weren't close in the future that will never happen?"
Pulled from his stupor, Harry slowly shakes his head.
"No, I didn't. And yes, we actually were."
That gets a furrowed brow from Andromeda, who tilts her head to the side.
"Oh? Well, the life of an Unspeakable is one of sacrifice. The Head Unspeakable even more so. Still, once things began getting dire, one would think I would have revealed myself to you if we knew each other… I'd privately held out hope that I may have been the one to help you with this time travel of yours, truth be told."
Harry is having a hard time wrapping his head around this. Maybe it's a consequence of being from the future and knowing so much about everyone around him. The amount of times that Harry hasn't really known somebody inside and out have been next to none, or featured women he hadn't been very close to in the original timeline such as Amelia. But Amelia had died before Voldemort's second defeat. Andromeda…
It hits him then what must have happened and before he knows it, he's blurting out his realization.
"You retired."
Andromeda raises a single eyebrow at that.
"I retired?"
Yes, he's starting to put the pieces together now.
"The first time around, I didn't defeat Voldemort quite so early. There were losses. Among them were… Nymphadora and her husband. After the Second War, you took custody of your grandson, who was also my godson. We weren't close before that, but we grew much closer than. However… I think you probably retired around that time. It's the only thing that makes sense."
Andromeda slowly blinks, clearly having to process the death of her daughter for a moment before getting to the rest of what Harry had just said. Finally, she nods.
"… Yes, I imagine that would make sense. Living a double life as Head Unspeakable as well as Andromeda Tonks the Solicitor is difficult enough, but if Nymphadora died and left behind a child… well, I could certainly see myself hanging up the robes to focus more on my personal life. Hm, I wonder who I would have had take over for me…"
Harry didn't know, but he did know they were far less competent than the woman sitting across from him. That said, he was still struggling to process this revelation. Andromeda Tonks was sitting behind the Head Unspeakable's desk, in the Head Unspeakable's office. Andromeda Tonks was the Head Unspeakable.
This was, to say the least, blowing his mind.
"Still, whenever things started getting bad, I would have thought I would have maybe told you then. Unless I grew addled in my old age or something."
The adult wizard grimaces at that, because no… Andromeda hadn't grown 'addled in her old age'. Frankly, even now she was quite the beautiful woman, showing no signs of advanced aging, just like most witches at her age. In the end…
"You were the canary in the coal mine."
Andromeda's eyes widen slightly at that, her breath hitching.
"Oh. I see."
Harry nods, wincing as he thinks back.
"Your death… it didn't make any sense at the time. Teddy, your grandson, couldn't believe you were gone so soon and neither could I. In the end, I found myself investigating and from there everything else started to fall into place even as it unraveled at the exact same time. You were one of the first casualties of the loss of magic."
To think all this time, the Head Unspeakable had been someone Harry knew and he hadn't even known it. It was a chilling reminder that his foreknowledge didn't make him omniscient, but at the same time… it was good. This was good. Andromeda was someone Harry trusted wholeheartedly in spite of him never learning this about her. She was a good woman with a good heart.
"I suppose you'll want to complete the set now, hm? Shall we get the binding over with now?"
Harry's thoughts stutter to a stop and he blinks owlishly at Andromeda for a long moment. Complete the set. Binding. She knew. How the hell did she know?!
"You know about all of that?"
His incredulous tone causes Andromeda to laugh lightly. Honestly, he was starting to think he needed to revise his earlier assessment of the Department of Mysteries. Maybe he was the one who was wrong about just what the Unspeakables did here! Maybe some of them they were less researchers and more special agents than he'd ever known?!
"Did I know that Bella was out of Azkaban? Yes, I've known for years that she was missing. Only recently did I manage to put two and two together though. Admittedly, you haven't been entirely subtle in your movements Chief Warlock. You and Cissy's little game was done well enough to fool most people, but I know Narcissa… she's not a leader, she's a follower plain and simple."
Leaning forward, Andromeda smirks as she steeples her fingers together.
"From there, it was simply a matter of hearing a rumor through the grapevine about something called a 'Wizard's Coven'. And then it all started to make sense. The pieces fell into place. If you don't mind confirming it for me… Voldemort was not in fact the one who stripped Rodolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy of their magic, was he?"
A rumor through the grapevine. No, that was seriously downplaying things unless Harry had far worse problems on his hands. Either everyone important knew far too much about him… or Andromeda Tonks was singularly informed and perhaps the greatest spymistress he'd ever interacted with.
… Harry was going to choose to believe it was the latter option, purely for his own sanity and peace of mind at this point. Chuckling softly, he shakes his head and gives Andromeda the confirmation she's looking for.
"No… he was not."
Smiling victoriously, Andromeda leans back in her chair.
"Admittedly, that was the last piece of somewhat shaky ground. It was a hunch I had, but I didn't know for sure until right now. Still, it makes it all make sense, doesn't it? I won't bother asking after Bella. Years of good behavior have made it clear you have her on a short leash. And I don't need to know the details of your deal with Narcissa either."
She pauses for a brief moment before looking at him intensely.
"However, for the sake of trust between us, I assume I cannot now leave this room alive without having my magic bound to yours. This is something I'm willing to do despite the level of… intimacy required. I assume that was the 'offer' you were going to make me if I turned out to be a witch?"
… It was. Andromeda was making it sound so much worse than it actually was. Sure, she knew way more about him than Harry expected… perhaps more than anyone at this point, even Amelia. And yet, at the same time… this was Andromeda. Harry would never demand such a thing from her. Especially since…
"You're a married woman, Mrs. Tonks."
At the reminder, Andromeda blinks… and then lets out a light little laugh.
"Oh? Is that a hang-up for you, Mister Potter?"
Flushing a little bit, Harry rolls his eyes.
"When the husband is a good man? Yes."
He hadn't given much thought towards men like Rodolphus and Lucius because… well, they were the scum of the earth. However, Andromeda was happily married to Edward 'Ted' Tonks. And while the man had died to Voldemort's Snatchers in the original timeline, that hadn't happened here. Ted Tonks was still very much alive and well."
Chuckling, Andromeda shakes her head.
"I suppose you wouldn't know about that… my marriage to Edward is a sham."
Wait, what?
"We like each other well enough and are quite close friends, but there's no romantic spark there. Edward is, in fact, an Unspeakable, just like me. Always has been. We were actually both recruited in our last years at Hogwarts."
Here, Andromeda shrugs.
"Now admittedly, I still have nothing against muggleborns and absolutely no use for the nonsense surrounding blood purity. I saw an opportunity to divorce myself from my bigoted family and took it. By taking up with Edward and eventually marrying him, I got myself disowned. It made it all the easier for him and me to live a double life. Married couple ostracized by day, Unspeakables by night. While I regret losing the relationships with my sisters, it was better that than having to put up with their snooping when they inevitably noticed I wasn't as close to them as before thanks to my work."
… Alright. It was official. Harry was wrong. The Unspeakables, or at least some of them, were not just researchers. Some of them really were secret agents from the sound of things. For fuck's sake. Even still…
"You two had a daughter."
Andromeda's face etches itself into a fond smile at that.
"Yes. Edward and I both love Nymphadora with all our hearts as her father and mother. But her conception… well, Edward doesn't swing my way I'm afraid. As such, we used certain magical aids to inseminate me with his semen. We've never actually shared a bed in the romantic sense."
Tonks' father was gay?! Truthfully, after everything else he's learned, that shouldn't be that surprising Harry supposed. Suddenly though, Andromeda does look a little less certain.
"… I would ask that you keep the truth of our nature to yourself if it pleases you though, Chief Warlock. Unless there is some earth-shattering reason that Nymphadora needs to know our marriage was a sham, it would be better for her to remain blissfully unaware. Please."
That… on the one hand, part of Harry wanted to fight for Tonks' right to know. But on the other hand, he couldn't really say what purpose it would serve to blow apart her entire understanding of her life. He didn't doubt Andromeda when she said that her and Ted loved Tonks with all of their hearts, so finding out they didn't love each other… well, Harry liked to think Tonks would be able to get past it in time, but she would definitely feel betrayed at first.
… In the end, it wasn't his secret to tell.
"I won't tell her, but I do think you should tell her yourself. She might be upset initially, but I really don't think she'll be mad for very long."
Andromeda hums.
"Telling her would necessitate revealing mine and Edward's nature as Head Unspeakable and Unspeakable respectively as well. Maybe once we've retired. But for now, enough about that. Shall we move onto the binding?"
Harry snorts, a little amused by how convinced she seems to be that there's no other way to make him truly trust her. And maybe if this were back near the start of his time travel, he would feel the same way. But now…
"I could bind your magic to my own, but it wouldn't be for my sake. Not at this point. When I called it an 'offer' I wanted to make to you earlier, I wasn't lying."
Andromeda furrows her brow in confusion at that.
"You managed to figure out what happened to Lucius and Rodolphus, but it seems to me you don't realize what truly happened to Voldemort and all his followers. Voldemort did not in fact drain his followers of their magic to try and defeat me. I drained them all dry using him as a conduit."
"Of course… I don't know how I didn't make that connection."
Harry is glad she didn't. It proves she's still fucking human and capable of missing things. With everything else that she's dropped on him at this point, he needs the reassurance. Unless… that's just what she wants him to thin- no. Harry wasn't going down that rabbit hole. Shaking his head to clear it of such thoughts, he looks the Head Unspeakable in the eye.
"I don't need your magic and I don't need your submission to be able to trust you, Andromeda. But if you wish to submit to being bound to me, I can offer you power in return. More power than any other living witch or wizard not bound to me can call upon. Even if you were to draw upwards of ten magic users worth from me, I would still have the power of over fifty left for myself."
Andromeda takes that in stride, snorting in amusement.
"Not even over a hundred? You've been slacking, Chief Warlock."
Harry just grins slightly, even as he watches her quietly, allowing her to make her choice.
Chapter 73: Andromeda
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A/N: Andromeda gets brought into the fold. Harry finally completes the set!
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After only the briefest of hesitation, Andromeda Tonks grins and rises from her chair.
"I would be a fool to reject such an offer, Chief Warlock. You tell me I'm one of the first casualties in a world-ending cataclysm threatening to erase magic forever and then offer me the power to change my fate… what am I supposed to think?"
Harry lifts an eyebrow, even as Andromeda begins to unbutton her blouse right there in front of him. The Head Unspeakable wastes no time with seductive motions or anything like that. She works with simple efficiency and utter poise, somehow even managing to make stripping naked look dignified.
Shaking his head, he chuckles even as he begins to prepare the ritual circle for the two of them.
"We're working quite hard to make sure such a future never comes to pass, Andromeda. You might not even need this much power for anything if all goes to plan."
Stepping around the desk in nothing but her birthday suit, the Head Unspeakable gives him a wry grin.
"Yes, well… when has everything not gone tits up, hm?"
Plenty of times, though Harry doesn't say that. In fact, most of the time since he came back from the future, everything has gone according to plan for him. Andromeda though is a particularly beautiful fly in the ointment, he has to admit. Looking her up and down, he can't help but admire her body. She's quite fit for her age, along with ample assets that she has no problem with him staring at.
"If you like what you see, Chief Warlock, then you should finish your preparations so that you can begin touching."
Andromeda's teasing tone makes Harry rolls his eyes. He wouldn't have expected her to be the most assertive of the Black Sisters… but then maybe he should have. She was the one who got out, after all. She was the one who'd forged her own path and he'd known that even before learning the truth behind HOW she'd forged her own path.
Finishing up the ritual circle and feeding it some of his magic to get things going, Harry vanishes his robes with a flick of his mental wrist, before moving to meet Andromeda in the middle of the circle. The Head Unspeakable doesn't lie down though, instead she pushes herself against him, her breasts against his chest, her arms looped around his neck. His cock disappears between her thighs and pushes out behind her even as she begins to move her hips back and forth all while smirking at him.
Harry's hands fall to Andromeda's ass as he groans his appreciation. His fingers dig into her buttocks, causing the Head Unspeakable to moan right back. Their lips are mere inches apart but they don't kiss at first, instead simply staring into one another's eyes for a long moment. Finally, Harry can't hold himself back anymore. He leans in and captures Andromeda's lips in his own, surprising the older witch for a brief moment before she melts against him, kissing him right back.
Their mouths open as their lips lock together, their tongues tracing out to wrestle with one another for a few seconds. It's not romantic or anything like that, but rather primal and carnal in a way Harry has to admit he quite likes.
Then, further taking the initiative, Andromeda suddenly hops up off of the ground, wrapping her long legs around his waist in the process. Harry grunts, setting his stance and tightening up his grip on her ass even further. His cock hovers just below her now, ready to penetrate her cunt at any moment.
Breaking their lip lock, Andromeda grins at him, her eyes twinkling with delight. Despite her age, despite her previous poise, she's revealing herself to be quite the minx all of a sudden.
"Does the ritual work in this position? The researcher in me has to know."
Ah, and there it is. She's treating this as a big experiment. Harry can't help but chuckle as he sees the eagerness to explore and learn in Andromeda's eyes. That was the kind of woman he would expect to become Head Unspeakable, now that he thought about it. A voracious learner, someone who never quite stopped trying to pick up new things.
The ritual circle below them glows with magic as Harry widens his stance a bit and slowly lowers Andromeda down onto his cock. She gasps and moans, her eyes fluttering as her exhalations turn breathless from his member filling her inch by inch.
"Oooh…"
"Yes, Andromeda. It will still work. So long as you're willing and eager, it will work."
She gives him a look at that, but before the older witch can deliver whatever her latest quip might have been, Harry pulls a fast one on her, lifting her up and them dropping her down rather roughly. Her entire body jolts as her tits bounce and the beautiful Head Unspeakable gasps, whatever she was going to say cut off by the sudden expulsion of air from her lungs.
She might be a go-getter, but they were in Harry's court now. This was where he thrived and Andromeda was just going to have to learn to keep up. Giving her a wicked grin when she narrows her eyes at him, Harry begins to bounce her up and down on his cock right there in the center of the ritual circle.
She's not too difficult to hold up truth be told, not with access to so much magic. Reinforcing his body and enhancing his physical strength allows him to maintain his grip on Andromeda without breaking a sweat. The Head Unspeakable, on the other hand, is reduced to a moaning mess as she's bounced on his length, her pussy clenching and squeezing around his member as he slams her down again and again.
"Nn-fuck… H-Harry… ah…"
Smirking, Harry can feel the power coalescing around them. It's time to begin. Suddenly, he removes one hand from Andromeda's ass… but she doesn't fall off of his cock thanks to the magic he's using to keep her aloft. Lifting that hand up, Harry cards his fingers through the older witch's hair and then grips down roughly, making her look him in the eye as she pants and moans.
"Are you ready to be bound to me, Andromeda Tonks?"
He watches her eyes widen as she feels the magic pulse, waiting for her acceptance.
"Ah… yes, yes I am."
"Are you willing?"
"Mm, I am willing."
"Are you eager?"
She pauses at that one, giving him an amused look for a moment before chortling and shaking her head.
"I am eager."
The ritual circle begins to glow brighter under them as Andromeda finishes answering the three questions. Already buried deep inside of her, Harry nevertheless picks up the pace, going even harder as Andromeda squeals and clings to him for dear life. At the same time, he reaches out with his magic and begins the process of connecting himself to Andromeda Tonks.
These days, doing this part is downright easy thanks to how much power Harry has. Frankly, the greater danger is that he has to be careful not to overwhelm any new witches joining his coven. Otherwise, they might be swallowed whole by his magic. But Harry is nothing if not in control. That won't happen, not on his watch.
As the connection between the two of them forms, Harry grunts and then groans before finally tipping over the edge. Andromeda has cum for him half a dozen times by this point, orgasming explosively all over his cock. Finally, Harry returns the favor by unloading inside of her womb. His magical seed fills her most sacred of places and promptly solidifies the connection he's already made, completing the ritual in the process and binding her most securely to him as yet another one of his witches.
He'd been telling the truth before, however. He really didn't need Andromeda to be bound to him, not for purposes of power or trust. He knew he could count on her and he had plenty of magic at this point. This was purely for her benefit, in the end, for all that it gave him control over her.
Andromeda doesn't hesitate to try it out either. Harry feels the 'request' for power come down their connection almost immediately and with a wry grin he grants it. Andromeda is instantly arches her back, a gasp tearing its way out of her lips as she feels the magic flowing into her. Harry doesn't allow her to take too much, not this first time around anyways, but it's more than enough to rejuvenate her and cause her exhaustion to promptly vanish.
Looking at him with heavily lidded eyes, the Head Unspeakable smirks.
"Hah… this doesn't quite feel like the power of ten wizards or witches, Chief Warlock~"
Harry just rolls his eyes as he pulls her off of his cock and sets her down on her feet. Far from being shaky or unsteady, Andromeda is able to plant herself quite easily with the extra energy he's currently giving her.
"You're not ready for that much just yet, Head Unspeakable. Having that much power… not only would it overwhelm you, but you would also feel completely empty if I ever had to take it away. It would feel like you'd lost something irretrievable, rather than simply losing access to something borrowed. You don't want that, believe me. Better to work your way up to it, in the end."
Andromeda doesn't look happy about that, but she does look like she understands. Nodding, her eyes slide down to the ritual circle at their feet, gazing at it quietly and studying it for a few moments.
"Remarkable… simply remarkable. You would have made quite the excellent Unspeakable, Harry."
That… Harry can't help but chuckle a little bit at that.
"I'm not so sure. I've never been one for studying the mysteries of magic or the universe. It was only when things became desperate and I had no other choice that I started desperately searching for answers. I don't get nearly the same enjoyment out of this stuff that you or someone like Hermione might. For me, it's all a means to an end."
After all, someone like Andromeda or Hermione would have come up with a far more intricate plan, Harry imagined. Sure, he'd managed to find a way to travel in time. And sure, he'd managed to create a ritual reliant on tantric sex to bind the magic of willing witches to his own. But it had been Bella who had modified the ritual to allow him to draw energy from others outside of those witches. And Harry's plan had ultimately boiled down to 'go back in time, amass power, and get brighter minds than his own working on a solution while he made as big of a stick as he possibly could'.
Just because it had worked so far didn't make him some genius.
Andromeda hums at his words, slowly nodding even as she tilts her head to the side.
"Speaking of Granger… obviously you know she's an Unspeakable. I'm aware she's your friend. But have you bound her yet?"
Harry pauses at that, frowning for a moment before shaking his head.
"No."
The original reason was that the ritual only worked on older witches who's magic had completely settled until he reached a certain level of power. But the truth was, Harry had reached that level of power years ago. On top of that, Hermione was also an adult witch in her own right, with her own magic settled anyways.
And yet, he hadn't bound her yet because… well, he hadn't told Hermione everything. She knew most things. She knew about the time travel by this point. She even knew he had a harem of sorts by this point. She was surprisingly okay with him having multiple lovers. But they'd never talked about it being a Wizard's Coven and he'd never told her about the ritual because… Harry knew she would immediately leap at the chance, trusting him implicitly. For some reason, that made him feel guilty.
"You were close in the previous timeline too, weren't you? But not intimate."
Harry grunts at Andromeda's words. They're more insightful than he'd like. Taking his grunt as confirmation, Andromeda slowly nods.
"You should still give her the option. Her work so far in the Department of Mysteries has been incredibly impactful, especially with the project you've brought us. A bit more magical power will allow her to try things she would otherwise be limited on."
Damn it… he knows Andromeda is right. That's the worst part. He's been holding back all this time, but what if this is the difference between success and failure? What if being able to draw on some of his magic allows Hermione to complete her research all the faster and helps the Department of Mysteries develop magitech that much sooner?
Technically, Andromeda could play that role now that he'd bound her and given her access to all that power. The Head Unspeakable could take on a more outstated role in Hermione's research and work alongside her subordinate from there to move things along.
… But no. Even as he considers the idea, Harry knows he's just trying to make more excuses. He's just trying to continue pushing off telling Hermione this last secret.
Letting out an explosive breath, Harry nods to Andromeda.
"Call her in. Though let's at least get dressed first. There's every chance she might say no, in the end."
Andromeda smirks slightly at that but nods all the same, the two of them getting themselves back together while she shoots off a message for Hermione to come to her office. Best to not blindside the brunette with their nudity and recent copulation if they don't have to after all…
Chapter 74: Hermione
Chapter Text
A/N: Hermione POV!
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As Hermione steps into the Head Unspeakable's Office, she's not surprised to see Harry there. After all, it was through his influence that she'd been recruited into the Department of Mysteries in the first place and he'd become something of a regular visitor to the Department in the last few years.
She IS surprised to see the Head Unspeakable not wearing her identity-concealing robes, however. The Department of Mysteries was incredibly compartmentalized and until precisely this moment, even Hermione hadn't been privy to the Head Unspeakable's true identity.
That might beg the question of how she knows this witch is the Head Unspeakable, but Hermione is fairly confident through context clues alone. Like the fact that the older woman is sitting behind the Head Unspeakable's desk for one. And the fact that the Head Unspeakable's Office was notoriously well-warded against trespassers and intruders.
Also…
"Unspeakable Granger, please remove your robes."
There was the fact that the woman recognized Hermione on sight, something that only the Head Unspeakable should have been capable of. And the word 'should' is only applicable because Harry often likes to make a mockery of anything Hermione holds to be true. She can tell he's not surprised to find out its her, and though she's always kept things strictly professional when he's visited the Department, she's confident he's always known its her under the robes.
Pulling down her hood and shucking off her robes, Hermione folds them carefully and sets them down nearby, even as she takes in the scene and notes evidence of a recent ritual on the floor in the center of the office. Her eyes light up with excitement but she catches herself before she can feel too hopeful, even as she approaches the desk.
"In the interest of full disclosure, my name is Andromeda Tonks. Mother to Auror Nymphadora Tonks and sister to Lady Narcissa Malfoy and… Bellatrix Lestrange."
Hermione's eyes widen slightly. She might not have known Andromeda on sight (which makes sense given the woman is the Head Unspeakable and they're notoriously private) but she certainly recognized all of those names. Tonks was even a friend of hers. Did the Auror know that her mother was the Head Unspeakable? Probably not. And it wasn't Hermione's place to tell her either.
Inclining her head in Andromeda's direction, Hermione simply nods.
"I will not betray this show of trust, ma'am."
Smirking, Andromeda just shakes her head.
"I'm sure you won't. Especially after today."
The unmasked Head Unspeakable gives Harry a pointed look at that, causing Hermione to turn towards the time traveler as well. In response, Harry grimaces.
"… Nothing is set in stone yet. We still need to discuss this first."
Hermione can tell Harry is concerned about something. That all but cinches it in her mind. Deciding it's best to cut to the chase, she leans forward eagerly.
"Is this about the binding? If you're finally offering it, I'm more than ready, Harry."
Silence falls as Andromeda's face splits into a broad smile while Harry just looks gobsmacked. He stares at her with wide eyes for a moment before shaking his head in sheer shock.
"You… knew?"
Andromeda chuckles from behind her desk, the older witch sitting back with eyes that glint in amusement.
"It doesn't surprise me in the least. Ms. Granger has proven herself to have quite the voracious appetite for knowledge."
Hermione can't help but blush at that. While she appreciates her superior's praise, part of her can't help but feel like she didn't really deserve it. The truth was… joining the Department of Mysteries had been an eye opener for the muggleborn witch.
Back at Hogwarts, she'd been quite confident in herself, at least insofar as scholastic pursuits were concerned. She was best in her year every year, and she knew she was smarter than many of the wizards and witches who were older than her as well.
On top of that, there was the trust Harry had put in her when he'd given her the project she was even now working on. He'd come to her above all others with his findings and while it had been a while before he'd confirmed that his true source of knowledge was from an apocalyptic future, there was still no denying that he'd thought SHE of all people could lend a hand in saving the magical world.
Joining the Department of Mysteries and becoming an Unspeakable however, had been like a bucket of ice water to the face. Maybe in the future that never was with a decade or two of extra learning under her belt, that Hermione had been worthy of Harry's consideration and faith.
But in this timeline, it wasn't until becoming an Unspeakable that the muggleborn was forced to confront just how much she truly didn't know. It wasn't until she was working at the Department of Mysteries that Hermione had fully come to realize just how much there was she still needed to learn.
She's been playing catch up ever since, and while she's definitely made great strides, Hermione no longer thinks she can solve the problems Harry opened their eyes to on her own. Fortunately, she doesn't have to. Between Andromeda and the other Unspeakables, they've made significant progress on magitech through collaborative efforts.
Still, even if Hermione wasn't NEARLY as smart as everyone always liked to talk her up as being… she also wasn't an idiot. She could put two and two together and come to four, and she could take everything Harry had slowly told her over the years along with his actions and recognize when something didn't QUITE add up.
Specifically, Harry's power. He was impossibly powerful and really didn't make much of an effort at hiding it. His magic went beyond the recorded feats of any other wizard or witch in all of history, including the Founders, Merlin, Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Voldemort.
Watching him, Hermione had eventually realized Harry didn't just have a harem for the fun of it. There was a purpose to his collection of beautiful witches. In the end, she'd figured out the general idea of what he must have done but stayed silent, patiently waiting for him to come to her and bring her into the fold himself.
Now… now it was finally happening it would seem. She would have preferred it happened sooner, but better late than never.
Still, in the face of Harry's surprise and Andromeda's smugness, Hermione smiles apologetically and shakes her head.
"I only really figured it out thanks to everything I've been taught here at the Department of Mysteries. I couldn't have put the pieces together on my own, I don't think."
Smirking, Andromeda chuckles again.
"So very humble, Ms. Granger. You don't give yourself enough credit."
Hermione just continues smiling apologetically even as she waits for Harry to recover. Finally, he lets out a small incredulous laugh of his own.
"Andromeda is right. You don't give yourself enough credit, Hermione. Here I am thinking that I'm keeping the big stuff under wraps, but everywhere I turn today, it seems I've been already been found out."
Humming, Hermione can't help letting her curiosity get the better of her.
"There is one question I had… why did you wait so long with me?"
Harry winces and squirms, prompting Andromeda to explain.
"He was worried that you would jump at the chance because you trust him implicitly, Ms. Granger. Which to be fair, you didn't just jump at the chance, you jumped ahead of him even performing the reveal."
Hermione flushes at that, but Andromeda isn't actually reprimanding her or anything. Still, she can't help but cross her arms over her chest, scowling a little bit at Harry.
"I am a grown, adult woman Harry. I can make my own informed choices, I should think."
Sighing, Harry slowly nods.
"You're right, of course. I just… in the original timeline, you married Ron. In this timeline, I never bothered rekindling my friendship with him and I guess I've always blamed myself for you two drifting apart as well over the years. Its my fault you didn't get married."
Married Ron? Hermione's mind bluescreens for a moment. She's glad for that because if she hadn't come to a complete stop at the news, she might have blurted out something incredibly offensive directed as her future self. Something a bit beyond 'what the FUCK was she thinking?!'.
There's just… it's not… Hermione doesn't hate Ron Weasley or anything like that. It was just like Harry said, they've simply drifted apart. It helps that the trajectory of their lives took them apart as well. Last Hermione heard, Ron was an Assistant Coach for the Chudley Cannons. Meanwhile, she was an Unspeakable at the Department of Mysteries. They hadn't seen each other in years and the very idea of trying to make a marriage with Ron work was putting her on edge.
Frankly, as far as Hermione is concerned, Harry had saved her a lot of grief and helped her dodge a bullet. But she can't just say that because it's obvious that her best friend and infrequent lover has put her future self on a bit of a pedestal.
Instead of deriding her future self for being a complete idiot, Hermione takes a deep breath and then locks eyes with Harry.
"Well then… it sounds to me like you've been shirking your responsibility."
He looks confused by that, so Hermione continues on to explain in an even, matter-of-fact tone.
"If you really did derail my life like you thought… then it only stands to reason that you make it up to me. I want this and you wouldn't be offering it if you didn't want it as well."
Hermione's eyes do flicker to Andromeda though, because she's not sure what part the Head Unspeakable plays in all of this. The older witch grins at her.
"Oh right. What you don't know yet is that the binding can go both ways. Chief Warlock Potter here will have access your magic… but he can also boost your magic with his own substantial reserves to levels you've never felt before. I convinced him that such a thing would be necessary given where your research is at Ms. Granger."
That… her eyes widen as she looks to Harry. That part she had NOT known about. Also, she hadn't heard that he'd become the Chief Warlock either. It must have just happened today. Still, she focuses on the important bit.
"She's right, Harry. A little bit of extra power would go a long way with our experiments. It could be just what we need for a proper breakthrough."
Harry hesitates for just a moment longer before slowly nodding and standing up from his chair.
"Very well. We're not doing this here though. I've already performed one ritual in this office recently. The ambient magic left behind could disrupt a second so we're going to have to take this back to my place."
Hermione shares a look with Andromeda at that. Both of them could smell made-up magical bullshit from a mile away and Harry's excuse didn't exactly line up with what either of them knew about rituals. Still, it wasn't like Hermione was going to call him out on it and Andromeda clearly wasn't either.
Smiling, the Head Unspeakable nods as she simply sits back in her chair.
"Of course Chief Warlock. I leave Unspeakable Granger in your capable hands. And Unspeakable Granger, I look forward to both of us seeing exactly what sort of knowledge we can uncover together in the upcoming days."
That's right. Because Andromeda had just been bound as well. Hermione should probably be jealous about that, but instead she's just excited by the prospect of more research conducted at the Head Unspeakable's side with both of them having access to enough magical power to bypass previous limitations.
Oh, this was going to be such fun!
… But she couldn't get ahead of herself. Instead, following Harry back to his place, Hermione bites her lower lip as she prepares herself for what comes next. Though, given the opportunity while he's creating a new ritual circle, she does ask about the other bombshell Andromeda had dropped.
"So… Chief Warlock now?"
Glancing up from his work, Harry just smirks a little bit.
"It was time. Lady Malfoy was more than willing to give it up."
Hermione snorts derisively at that. While on the face of things Narcissa Malfoy seemed like the absolute worst person someone like Hermione could want in charge of the Wizengamot… the truth was, she was barely a Blood Purist these days.
Not that there were even many of those types left after Harry defeated the Dark Lord one final time, but still… Narcissa was the perfect foil to Harry's push for change. She pushed back just enough to keep the traditionalists happy, while providing a soft opposition for their plans of moving forward.
Other muggleborns despised Narcissa Malfoy as Chief Warlock, but Hermione had learned to look at a situation from multiple layers. In the end, Lady Malfoy was exactly the right person to have in the job until Harry could take over. Not least of which because she was one of his witches.
As Harry gets close to finishing the ritual circle, Hermione exhales lowly… and takes the plunge, stripping down to her birthday suit and freeing her body from the rest of her garments. When he finally turns around to speak to her, the sight of her nudity stops Harry dead in his tracks and he just stares at her for a moment, causing Hermione to blush.
It wasn't like it was anything he hadn't seen before. And she couldn't possibly be convinced that she was the most beautiful woman he had regular sex with either. Yet here they were all the same. She was standing there all but posing for him and Harry enjoying the view.
"… S-Shall we?"
Harry blinks before letting out a little laugh and nodding.
"Sure, let's get down to business."
However, as he vanishes his own clothing and moves towards the circle, Hermione stops him… and sinks to her knees first, taking his cock in her hand.
"Nothing wrong with mixing a little bit of business with pleasure, now is there?"
Harry grunts as she proceeds to lay a long lick across the surface of his cock.
"No… no there is not. Which is why I'm letting you decide the position when we finally get to the ritual."
Hermione blinks but nods as she begins to work over Harry's cock with her mouth. Fuck, she's glad she went for this first now. It'll give her time to come to a decision.
Chapter 75: Hermione Pt. 2
Chapter Text
A/N: Hermione joins the fold~
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Rather than immediately giving him an answer to exactly how she wants to be taken for the ritual, Hermione focuses on the task at hand. Kneeling in front of him, her skilled lips wrapped around his cock, he has to admit… she knows exactly what she's doing. The sensation of her mouth and tongue working in concert along his sensitive flesh sends shivers through Harry's spine.
Hermione, meanwhile, is looking up at him with an impish sort of glint in her eye, never once breaking eye contact as she takes him deeper and deeper into the sweet haven of her warm, wet mouth. Even her hands aren't entirely idle. One is down between her thighs while the other is up and under, gently fondling his balls.
She bobs her head, taking him in and out of her mouth with the practiced ease of a woman who has handled Harry's cock many times before. In fact, out of every witch in Harry's life, Hermione is definitely the one who's been with him the most without being bound to him by the ritual.
He's put this off for years now and might have continued putting it off forever if Andromeda hadn't raised some very salient points about what an Unspeakable like Hermione could do with more magical power.
Now that she has him right where she wants him however, Hermione seems intent on taking her time. Occasionally, she'll even pull back just to focus her attention on the tip of Harry's member, swirling her tongue along her glans. Each time she does so, he can't help but groan as a soft moan leaves her lips around his cockhead, vibrating it oh so delightfully.
Right now, Hermione Grange is solely focused on pleasuring him, determined to bring him to the brink of ecstasy but not all the way over the edge. Harry can tell that she's watching his every reaction to make sure he won't cum too soon.
She's drawing this out, though he's not sure if that's just because she can't decide how she wants him to fuck her for the upcoming ritual or if it's because she's teasing him now that they're finally doing this. Either way, Harry isn't the kind of man to let himself be strung along for any great period of time. No, if she wants to play games… then he'll just have to take charge.
Reaching down, Harry cards his fingers through his best friend's brunette locks and grips down. In response, Hermione moans appreciatively around his cock as he takes control, tangling his digits in her hair and guiding her movements from that moment on.
She's all too happy to let him set the pace, matching it with her own eager sucking and slurping as he thrusts into her warm, welcoming mouth. Now that he's taken over, Hermione doesn't maintain eye contact anymore either, letting her lids flutter shut in bliss. She loves it when he asserts himself, and she takes no small amount of pleasure in surrendering control to him.
This was why Harry had been so reluctant to tell her about the ritual all this time. Because he knew there was no chance of her thinking of herself in this moment. She was always going to submit. She was always going to ask for this.
Finally, Harry can feel his release building in his churning balls, the tightening making it obvious he's going to cum even as he continues fucking Hermione's face, his heavy balls slapping against her chin with each powerful thrust down the back of her throat.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
He decides not to warn her, but he also doesn't shove her to the base of his cock or anything like that. Instead, he pulls back right at the last second until just the tip of his cock is pushed into her mouth past her suckling lips. Then, he starts to cum.
Hermione's eyes snap back open as she feels his seed splash onto her tongue. Her cheeks quickly chipmunk outwards for a moment before she catches up to what's happening and swiftly swallows gulp after gulp of his magically charged seed. Harry makes sure to fill her belly with his jizz, knowing that not only does she love the taste, but also that she very much enjoys the temporary boost of power.
Of course, after today it won't be temporary anymore will it? She'll be able to boost her magical output whenever she wants once the ritual is completed.
At long last Harry finishes emptying his load into Hermione's mouth and the brunette muggleborn finishes swallowing shortly after. Pulling off of his cock completely, she gasps for air as a strand of saliva connects her lips to his dick tip for a moment before breaking.
Grinning up at him, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling with lust, Hermione makes a show of licking her lips.
"Delicious as ever, Harry. But I guess now it's time for the main event, isn't it?"
Harry lets out a shuddering breath before nodding slowly.
"Yep. Have you decided how you want me to take you?"
Biting her lower lip, Hermione eagerly nods, the thrill of submission and surrender and the excitement of what's going to happen next clear in her eyes. Turning towards the ritual circle, she crawls over to it… and stays on her hands and knees in the center of the intricate drawing that Harry has prepared.
Her naked body is on full display as she arches her back for him. The candlelight in the room flickers across her exposed flesh, casting mesmerizing shadows and highlighting her curves in all the best ways. As she presents herself for the taking, Hermione looks back over her shoulder at Harry, her eyes smoldering with desire.
There's not a hint of trepidation or concern in her face. She's not worried about what's about to happen, nor does she have any doubts either. The scent of her arousal permeates the air as she wiggles her hips playfully, drawing attention to her glistening, drooling pussy lips.
"Is this not what you always desired, Lord Potter? Is this not how you always imagined me?"
Seriously? Throwing out his title is a low blow. Growling, Harry stalks forward, his rock hard cock bouncing back and forth with each step he takes. Stopping over her, he looks down at Hermione with hooded eyes.
"That's Chief Warlock Potter to you, Unspeakable Granger. As for who desired what… we both know this is what you wanted more than anything."
Hermione blushes but can't deny it. Instead she adopts a chagrined grin and shrugs her shoulders, even as she pushes her hips higher into the air for him in offering.
"You're right, Chief Warlock sir. This is what I've wanted for a long, long time. Please sir. Please take me, make me yours. Please claim your prize and make me your bitch! I'm ready! I'm willing! What more do you need?!"
Huffing, Harry finally drops to his knees behind her and grabs Hermione by the hips. At the same time, he begins to push his magic into the ritual, causing it to start to glow. Hermione gasps in response to this as he grips her hips, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. Looking back at him, her eyes are hooded and filled with lust and her cheeks are flushed a bright red.
Gazing at her, Harry smirks.
"What more do I need? I need to hear you say it, Hermione. Are you ready to be bound to me, Hermione Granger?"
"Yes!"
"Are you willing?"
"I'm willing!"
"And are you eager?"
Blushing a little harder, Hermione nods.
"I-I'm eager… I'm so fucking wet right now, Harry…"
Chuckling, Harry finally thrusts into Hermione from behind, spearing her drooling cunt on his cock. He fills her with his meat even as he feels the magic swirl around them both. The binding ritual is well underway at this point, the runes etched into the floor glowing with an otherworldly light and the candles flaring brightly.
Hermione's body trembles beneath him as he starts to fuck her doggystyle. Her ass receives the lion's share of the punishment from the way Harry is pounding into her with all his might.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Thrusting his hips forward repeatedly, Harry sinks his throbbing cock deep into Hermione's soaking wet grasping cunt over and over again. In response, she cries out in ecstasy from him filling and stretching her. Her pussy walls clench down hard on his invading length, flexing and gripping along his shaft. But if her insides are hoping to slow him down or keep him still, they have another thing coming.
Meanwhile, on the metaphysical side of things, both of them can feel the connection from the ritual snapping into place. The bridge between their magic is almost fully built, much to Hermione's ecstasy and joy.
"YES! Take me, Harry! Take me, claim me, BIND ME!"
As he feels the final threads securing themselves, Harry lets out a low sigh. There's no helping it at this point. The connection is forged. Hermione is now irrevocably and eternally his. Her magic is tied to his magic and she is yet another one of his playthings.
The only thing preventing him from taking advantage of that fact… is Harry himself. But to be fair, that's how its been with every single woman he's bound so far, hasn't it? They've all trusted him with everything they have, trusted him to be the man they knew him to be. So far, Harry has not betrayed that trust… nor does he ever intend to.
With a loud squeal, Hermione tips over the edge one last time, explosively orgasming all over his cock. In doing so, she sends him over as well, with Harry groaning as he finishes inside of her, leaving another load of his seed within her womb. Hermione shudders and nearly collapses forward onto her face, but Harry is there to catch her and pull her back up with him.
Leaning back on his heels, he holds the panting, gasping witch back against his chest. Hermione takes a second to catch her breath, but when she finally does, she's all too happy to nuzzle against him happily. They've done it. The adult witch is now his, her magic bound to him.
However, that's not all is it? Opening up the connection between them, Harry pushes some of his immense reserves of magic towards Hermione, making her stiffen up and then shudder as the sudden influx of magical power has her completely recovered in moments.
"Ooooh…"
Harry grins, but before he can say anything, Hermione has already pulled out of his grasp, spun around, and dropped down onto her hands and knees to take him in her mouth and suck him clean oh so submissively. Chuckling softly, he looks down into her eyes, seeing the energized woman's intent for what it is.
They were just getting started, weren't they?
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By the time Harry is done with Hermione, leaving her to sleep off their extracurricular activities, they've definitely done more than just mix business with pleasure. They've blown right past that in Harry's opinion.
Still, while it's rather late in the day, it's not so late that he can't still head over to the Minister's Office and check in with her. As such, that's exactly what Harry does.
Arriving outside of Amelia's office back in the Ministry of Magic, Harry smiles when he sees the beautiful witch sitting behind the desk.
"Penelope. Is Amelia in?"
Penelope Clearwater, Undersecretary to Minister Bones, blushes and ducks her head with a smile.
"Oh! Yes, Chief Warlock Potter. And congratulations on your ascension. Should I ask if she's free to see you?"
Harry hums. Funnily enough, Penelope was actually supposed to be a little older than he was. However, as a muggleborn witch, it was a lot harder for her to get ahead in life than it was for someone like him who was basically born into a position in power in the Wizarding World.
She'd dated Percy Weasley once upon a time, but in the end that hadn't panned out. Still, she'd managed to get this job as one of Amelia's Undersecretaries completely of her own merits. Perhaps she'd even be Senior Undersecretary one day, with her own office and everything.
"I see the news has already started to spread. Yes, go ahead and ask for me please."
Now, Harry knows even before Penelope goes to ask that Amelia will make time for him, regardless of what she's doing right now. Which is why he's not remotely surprised when the muggleborn steps back out after a moment biting her lower lip.
"A-Ah, well… she's with someone right now Harry… but she said to send you in anyways?"
Oh? Heh, how fun. Harry just grins and gives Penelope a simple nod and a wink, sending the blushing witch right back to her desk as he saunters into the Minister's Office to find out exactly who Amelia is already in a meeting with.